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to
show for it. But she wasn’t going to stop until she found out who
was behind all of this.
    So again tonight she would go out. But she
certainly was going to have to have a nap first, she thought to
herself.
    The day went on as a normal day with nothing
exciting happening, and frankly she was glad for it. She was bone
tired and just wanted this mess to be over. Strange thing was it
was almost comical. Jay was watching her, she was watching everyone
else and Jake was watching Jed. Come on! Could it get any funnier
than that? Or least it would be funny if it wasn’t so awful. Anyway
she was going to lay down a few hours before supper and then try to
act normal when Jed and Jake came for the evening meal.
    Stormy slept until she felt Carmen shaking
her and call her by name. “Miss Stormy, Miss Stormy, you sick or
something? Suppers ready. You come down now.”
    Stormy nodded, yawned and pulled herself to
the basin to wash her face. Here we go again she thought, but for
now she would put a smile on her face and go down to dinner. Katy
Marie deserved a normal household.
    Supper went along quite smoothly. Jake and
Jed actually got along for once and no one seemed to notice the
sideways glances that were being exchanged when the other wasn’t
looking. “Well guys, I hate to leave you but I’ve got to turn in
early tonight. I’m a little bit tired,” she yawned and kissed Katy
Marie goodnight.
    “Goodnight Stormy,” Jed said.
    “Yes, goodnight Stormy,” Jake chimed in. “We
will see ourselves out. Don’t worry about a thing,” he added.
    It was dark and a little chilly, but Stormy
had taken a blanket with her. Last night she nearly froze to death.
She could set on one end and throw the other end over her
shoulders. She would stay out of sight, but where she could see if
anyone entered or exited the bunkhouse. As the hours went by she
must have fallen asleep because about 12 o’clock midnight something
woke her. At first she didn’t realize where she was and then she
heard the creaking of the bunkhouse door. She couldn’t see who it
was and needed to get closer; but if she did they might see her
too. A shadowing form was moving toward the barn where the horses
were kept. Someone was about to saddle up and ride on out and she
was going to be right behind them.
    Before stormy could even think about
following close behind the shadowy figure someone threw a sack over
her head and tied a rope around her. Then she was hoisted up onto a
horse in front of someone. She tried to scream but they quickly
bound her mouth as well by tying a bandana around the sack that was
over her head.
    They rode for quite a while before stopping.
Men roughly pulled her from the horse and took her into some kind
of shelter. She couldn’t see it yet but could tell she was inside a
building of some kind. Then she heard Rowdy, one of her younger
ranch hands tell the other man he would go get the boss.
    Within minutes Stormy, still squirming to
release herself from the chair she was tied too, heard voices. The
voice she heard sounded familiar. But it couldn’t be him! In fact,
she heard two familiar voices and the shock of it sent her mind in
a tailspin! Stormy inwardly moaned as her heart felt betrayed. She
was angry at herself for being so naive. Her trust in men certainly
wasn’t very good!
    The boss spoke first. “Well let’s see about
taking this sack off her head for a start. She’s not going
anywhere,” the man said, taking off the bandana as he did so. He
then pulled off the sack and Stormy confronted her captor face to
face.
    “It’s…..it’s you! How could you be involved
in this?” she sputtered. “Mr. Biggs, you’ve been Aunt Lucy’s
attorney, and friend, for years.”
    Mr. Biggs waved his hand in the air. “No
matter,” he replied. “Do you know young lady how many years I’ve
handled all the money and other riches of people, yet never having
enough for myself? You see, they don’t mind spending money on
horses or

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